Quotes About Search

It plagues the young, this need to find reasons for things.

The voracious insects waited for storms like this one, then rode the winds in search of prey.

Ublala Pung grunted a laugh. 'They'd never find her if it was a manhunt.

It's bad when you lose 'em. Friends, I mean. Makes you wonder why you're still here, why the damned sack of blood and muscle and bones keeps on going. So you run. Then what? Nothing. You're not here, but wherever you are, you're still there.

Ask not the hero about heroism Forgive the unwillingness To lock gazes while you search For what cannot be explained

I checked the warehouse, but he wasn't there, either.

He walks through the house of his past, hoping he'll find the right door, hoping he'll find the key.

I don't really doubt – I just want to.

Now the search is all that matters. I know there will come a time when I find my book, but it is far in the future. And I know without doubt that it will not be today. Yet a strange hope remains. A hope that somehow, something, God, the demon, Ahura Mazda, someone, will see I'm trying. I'm really trying, and that will be enough.

I read it more carefully than anyone had ever read it. . . . Kahn's book to me is like the Vedas," he explains, citing the centuries-old Indian text. "There's an expression I learned: 'If a man loses his cow, he looks for it in the Vedas.

You look for lost property, not just people?

Wherever you are, I will find you and I will bring you home

The search for predictive and explanatory general rules—that's the crux of our game.

My roommate got a pet elephant. Then it got lost. It's in the apartment somewhere.

The search for perfection is all good and well... But to look for heaven is to live here in hell.

There is something out there for me, he thought, and then he chided himself for the melodrama of the idea. There is something out there for everyone, everywhere, if they have the courage to look. He knew he was no different from anyone else. Perhaps he had simply become the victim of calenture, and had not realised it. He did not feel fevered and yet his compulsion was undeniably mazy.

I always knew we would be reunited one day, but I thought I would have to search long and hard to find you, perhaps even wake you from a tomb.

You lost your god here in the flower of Babylon.

I thought my seach was over. I'm tired of travelling, of looking for invisible things.

You have lost your honey tongue, it seems. Have you no greeting for me after so many years? I grieved for you and searched for you, always hoping you still lived. How crue is fate to give me this reassurance but to put a wasp of a changeling in your place.

I'm afraid we have mislaid our esteemed leader.

I want you," Khaster told the vision, who was becoming more like Pharinet with every moment. "I want Val. I want you back, both of you. Where are you?

I admire survivors. It is why I want Khaster Leckery too." "You are optimistic," Tayven said. "He was never much of a survivor. Why are you so interested in him?" Maycarpe leaned forward in his seat. "Don't you know why? Didn't you sense it yourself?" Tayven was silent for a moment. "I doubt you and I sense the same things." Maycarpe made an expansive gesture. "Find him, Tayven.

I released myself to the flow of the world's rhythm, not struggling to search, but simply letting my instinct guide me.